Elements of growth — clothes that have become too short, height marks on the wall, drawings scribbled on the walls, and the firm certainty: when I grow up, I will become someone very good, brave, and kind.
Canvas, acrylic 50×50 2025 450 $
Hold My Hand Tighter
If monsters once hid under the bed, now they are loyal allies, closer than friends.
Canvas, acrylic 50×40 2024 300 $
Petya and the Wolf Inside Petya
If you shout “wolves” loudly enough, you can become a wolf and disappear into the forest.
My grandmother was irradiated during the testing of the “Snezhok” atomic bomb and died young. I remember her almost only from photographs. Colorless, with something in her hands I cannot identify. I don’t know her — as many people don’t know their ancestors, thrown into the furnace of history and war.
Canvas, acrylic 50×70 2024 500 $
Family Celebration
We wear masks of good children who always behave. Parents wear masks of drunken adults loudly arguing about politics. We pass wine under the table, mixing it into juice. Behind the masks you can’t see how we roll our eyes.
Canvas, acrylic 50×70 2024 700 $
Under the Table
When my father’s mother was a little girl living in Bishkek, the war began. Her mother tied her to a table leg, left food on the floor and a protective dog, and went to work for the whole day.
Canvas, acrylic 50×70 2024 In the collection of the Deputy Secretary-General of the UN
Now becomes then. No moment can be caught. Just squint — and it has already passed.
Canvas, acrylic 25×40 2024 300 $
I Will Grow Up
Elements of growth — clothes that have become too short, height marks on the wall, drawings scribbled on the walls, and the firm certainty: when I grow up, I will become someone very good, brave, and kind.
Canvas, acrylic 60×60 2025 500 $
The Color of Waiting
Anxiety does not end with childhood. If you have an absent parent, a Sunday father, a closed-off mother — you will seek a partner like that, to whom you will endlessly return with the only question: Do you love me? I wish I could say this never happened to me.
A painting in response to the oil spill in the Black Sea.
Canvas, acrylic 60×60 2024 500 $
Hope
“New Year’s Eve is coming soon. Mom, exhausted after her shift, sews a cotton ball to my chest. It’s my costume for the holiday party. It feels stuffy and uncomfortable. Mom yelps softly, putting her needle-pricked finger in her mouth. I just hope it will all be over soon, and we’ll finally open the presents.”
The pre-holiday bustle and anticipation have always felt tense and sad to me. Why so many actions, when the most important thing is already there?
Canvas, acrylic 30 × 40 cm 2024
$400
Love
When you’ve become so alike that you see yourselves in each other — and hide behind this likeness from outsiders.
